Sebytania
27-10-2003, 18:35
Ivan Nagunov stirred to the window glass. The weather was horrible. Wind took the umbrellas of people's hands. Rain made the streets look like rivers. Suddenly, something broke the silence. Someone knocked to the door. Then he came in. He was Vladimir Malinnitsa, a messenger. "Sir, the preparations have been finished. The guests should arrive soon." The president turned around and said to the messenger: "This awful weather... Get me a bottle of vodka and bring it to the hall.. With a glass of course!" The messenger saluted "Sir yes sir!" and went to the kitchen. Nagunov walked to the party hall. The tables were full of food. But it was empty. He felt so lonely that moment. His vodka came, and he stirred to the glass and felt to his thinkings.
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